When Love Breaks by Jack

Chapter 419

Hearing that, Bryant seemed to freeze for a moment, a mix of shock and disappointment crossing his face.

After a brief silence, he looked at me unexpectedly. “Not even a lie?”

“You were never much of a liar,” I replied with a smile, feeling at ease.

In the past, I had heard too much. He always was someone who disdained lying.

“She ran away from home, I have to find her.”

“She got a divorce, I’m worried she might do something rash.”

“She got into a car accident while speeding, I can’t rest easy if I don’t go see

her.”

And later on, he didn’t even bother with excuses, it was just: “I’m going to see

her.”

It was always about his sister. He couldn’t just ignore her.

It seemed that having this connection meant that if I showed even a slight concern, I was being petty. To object was unthinkable, almost akin to committing a crime.

Quite ironic. This was the boomerang effect everyone talked about online.

Bryant probably never thought this day would come. His grip on his cutlery loosened, and with a clatter, it fell onto the porcelain plate, the sound crisp and out of place in the quiet, music–filled restaurant.

He rarely lost his composure, his voice hoarse, “Do you really have to go?”

As I stood up, grabbing my purse, I half–jokingly said, “This is just unfair. I never stopped you when you wanted to leave. Besides, I’m single now.”

Since it’s a boomerang/might as well be buy one, get one free.

his expression as I strode out of the

and today being a holiday, the traffic was a

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it would take an extra two or three hours. Might

queue. The streets were crowded, and every now and then, young couples would share a quick kiss,

Their love was so open and

gave me, I realized that this apartment complex was the same one he had given me a unit in two

of the car

the apartment

replied instantly, [Building 6,

unit.

it weren’t for the one–apartment–per–floor setup, we’d probably be across

and confidently made my way

if on purpose, it took several minutes before the door was pulled open, accompanied by a lazy, “Who

in his wheelchair lifted his sharp, piercing face, appearing casual

said your leg was hurting, asked me

me, “I don’t

“Oh, okay.”

smiling, “Then I’ll be

leave, a hand with distinct knuckles grabbed my wrist, pulling me into the

the entrance, I asked, “I

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his tone cold, “Suddenly my leg started hurting again. Is that

I smiled and nodded, pointing to a pair of house slippers on the floor and asking,

“They’re Edith’s.”

wheelchair, opened the shoe cabinet, and handed

“Thanks.”

off my high heels and changed into the slippers. As I was doing so, Gregory, with

“Not true.”